a song I was working on...poem form naturally


The Darkroom

The truth of her life becomes a lie
I hold her hand and feel for life
But it seems no blood passes my fingers
And her stare is lifeless as a knife...
I lay her on my bed and touch her face
She stares unknowing as a porcelain stone
At least she's honest about whats in her heart
Nothing,like me, who sleeps alone
In this room like sand, taking my hopes
Consuming them with a maddening uncaring
I have been told to open these windows
But life is enough, I dont need the sun staring
With wonder at this walking darkness
Absorbing hope, and tears, and pain
Making everything nothing,living like a wave
Rushing towards oblivion again and again
Should she be the one to break through
She would find a boy in granite
His heart beating against societal confines
And his smile broad, gleaming, and dark as night
I want to hold her till the world unravels
Tell her there's nothing left to fear
Her coldness says everything I want to
Here we sit in the gloom, a sight to scare....



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 04:38

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Teala
A very dark, hauntingly beautiful write. Very nice.
2006-11-16